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02x02 - Tae Kwon Do/Banned from Band

Episode transcripts for the TV show, "Ten Year Old Tom". Aired: September 30, 2021.*
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An average ten-year-old kid must contend with the well-meaning but questionable guidance of the adults around him.

02x02 - Tae Kwon Do/Banned from Band

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- ♪ Now as our poor

young lungs deflate ♪

♪ I'll admit

I've gotten older ♪

♪ Mellowed out, chatting up

those I used to hate ♪



♪ The feeling that

we're lost will always fade ♪

♪ I present no explanations ♪

♪ Can't expect

our tired patience ♪

♪ To satiate for long ♪

♪ Therein lies a truth

we can sip when we want ♪

♪ Disciples of the flow,

we can float anywhere ♪



[lively music playing]

- Okay, adios.

Buenas noches.

Vamos a la playa.

Dinner was bueno.

- Babe, you don't need

to speak Spanish.

These people

are from New Jersey, honey.

- Well, you know I like

to soak in the experience.

- Okay, assholes

- [gasps]

- Give me your money.

- Hey, you're messing

with the wrong guy.

I'm a grade school gym teacher,

so I'm in my top

physical condition.

- Actually, I targeted you

'cause you just

stuffed your face with nachos

for half an hour.

In the mugging community,

you're what we call

an easy target.

- Okay, okay, tone it down.

- Oh, my God!

Honey, stop him!

- He got a g*n.

- No, no, no,

it's a piece of salami.

But it hurts

if I slap you with it.

- Ow. Hey, man.

- Yeah.

- Stop.

- No, I'm not gonna stop.

- Baby, fight back.

- Ow.

- He's robbing us

with a salami.

- Normally I would fight back,

but I'm wearing my good shirt.

- I like that shirt,

by the way.

Hand it over.

- Okay, take the shirt.

- Oh, my God.

- Pants too,

so I've got the full outfit.

- Honey, don't give him

your pants!

- He said he need

a full outfit.

Don't argue with the guy.

- All right,

you guys have a great night.

And thanks for being

such a p*ssy.

It makes the whole exchange

so much easier.

[school bell rings]

- Kids, I'm gonna tell it

to you straight:

The world is a rough place,

and if you don't know

how to fight,

some maniac is gonna slap you

with a salami

in front of your wife.

- Strange start to gym class.

- So today we're learning

self-defense.

Let's start with

the four A's of tae kwon do:

"Always attack any as*h*le."

- I'm Korean, and I'm pretty

sure that's not accurate.

- Yes, it is.

Tom, you look like a victim.

So come up and participate in

a real-life mugging simulation.

- Mugging simulation? No.

Who am I simulating with?

[door bangs open]

- Okay, you little weirdos.

Who wants to wrestle?

- Oh, no.

I'm not--I'm not fighting

the janitor.

- Come on, Tom.

- Do it.

- Yeah, Tom, do it.

- Jacob,

play the tae kwon do music.

- You got it, boss.

[rock music playing]

- Tae kwon do ♪

- There's no such thing

as tae kwon do music.

- Hey, I'm gonna tae kwon do

the heck outta you.

- All right, come on.

He's way too big.

Let me fight Dakota instead.

- It's gonna be a no. Sorry.

- I'm not fighting

a drunk janitor.

- Tom, stop making excuses.

- Is this happening?

- You afraid of me?

- Of course I'm afraid.

I'm a ten-year-old kid.

Come on.

Stop it.

Someone call the principal.

- In the real world,

there are no principals.

Just grown men slapping you

with a salami.

- [grunting] Gotcha!

You been tae kwon do'd!

- You don't use a mop

in tae kwon do.

There's no mop in tae kwon do.

I did not come across

looking good, did I?

- Everybody think you weak now,

Tom.

- I'm not in

that guy's weight class.

I shouldn't be fighting

grown janitors.

It's not fair.

- The world's not fair.

You know what you gotta do?

You gotta tap into

your inner rage.

- Inner rage?

I don't have any inner rage.

- Everybody got inner rage.

You just gotta manifest it.

What would you do if

somebody stole your backpack?

- Stole my backpack?

I'd kick their a*s.

- That's what I'm talking about

right there.

What would you do

if somebody stole your mom?

- Do people do things

like that?

- Yeah.

- I feel angry

just thinking about it.

- That's the rage I wanna see

right there.

- All right,

if it ever happens again,

at least now I know.

- Ooh.

Yummy, string cheese.

Don't mind if I do.

- Always attack any as*h*le.

Tae kwon do!

- Ahh!

- I have nothing to do

with this.

- What the hell?

- [groaning]

- Why's everyone looking at me?

I'm doing what I was taught.

- Tom,

that was for self-defense,

not a kid nibbling

on a string cheese.

God.

- Come on. He attacked me.

He attacked the cheese.

both: What?

- He assaulted

my string cheese.

- No, Randy said,

"Yummy, string cheese,"

and you kick him in the face?

- [groaning]

- Did he say,

"Yummy, string cheese"?

- He said,

"Yummy, string cheese," Tom.

- [groaning]

- Huh.

- "Huh" is right.

[dramatic music]

- I can explain.

It was self-defense.

- Tom

- Yeah?

- I just don't know how

to get it through

to some of you kids,

and I know

this is highly frowned upon,

but I thought it through, Tom,

and I'm going to do

a closed-door spanking.

- No, no, plea--

oh, is that what this is?

- Yes. I'm gonna spank

the violence out of you.

- Oh, for your sake, don't.

It's--it's a career-ender.

- That's why I'm asking you

to sign this release

that says you're okay

with some mild spanking.

- I'm not signing that.

- Lay down on my desk,

and let's get this over with.

- Oh, my God.

- Tom, come here.

- No. I'm not doing it.

- Tom, stop walking.

You're not going anywhere.

- Get away.

- Tom, come here.

- Get off. Oh, my God.

- It's gonna make it worse.

Have you ever seen

those cop things?

- Principal, Randy's--

- Tom!

- Oh, my God, stop!

What is happening

in this school?

- Okay, it's not

what it looks like.

- Okay, 'cause it looks like

you're spanking a student

behind closed doors.

- Yeah, I think it is

what it looks like.

There's not a lot of ways

to interpret this.

[mic feedback screeching]

- Hi, everybody.

Due to recent events where I

uh, "spanked the sh*t

out of Tom,"

I'm now being told that we need

more female leadership,

so here's the nurse.

She's gonna say a few words.

There we go.

That'll fix everything.

- Thank you, freak.

Jacob, can I get

some gentle music, please?

[soft music playing]

Listen, kids.

We all get angry[chuckles]

But what if

every time you got mad,

you channeled that energy

into a hug?

The world might be

a better place.

all: Aww.

- Let's try it.

Everyone stand up--come on--

and hug the person

to your left.

- Aww, that was nice.

- That's beautiful.

Now hug the person

to your right.

Oh, amazing, everyone.

- What the hell?

- What--what's wrong?

What happened?

- Tom just shoved his face

between my boobs.

- Boobs? No, we were hugging.

- You motorboated me.

- Motorboat?

What does that mean?

- Tom, did you or did you not

motorboat the lunch lady?

- I don't know

what the expression means.

- I'm taking

the rest of the day off,

because this is--

this is too much.

- If a little kid hugs

a grown-up,

you're gonna touch some part

of someone's boob.

- Tom, you really packed a lot

into one day at school.

- Once you fight a janitor,

the whole day can get away

from you.

- Hey, Tom,

how's it hanging, my bro?

- How's it hanging? Not great.

I keep getting in trouble.

- We know.

We're so impressed.

- Oh, it's a good thing.

- Yeah, yeah, yeah.

We were thinking, um,

why don't you come sit

in the back of the bus?

- You think I'm cool enough

for the back of the bus?

- Tom, you motorboated

the lunch lady.

If that's not the pinnacle

of cool,

then frankly,

I don't know what is.

- All right,

let's take it for a spin.

Nelson, let's do it.

We're gonna move to the back.

- Listen, buddy.

We gotta pump the brakes

on the Nelson of it all.

- There ain't no pumpin'

no brakes on me.

Just to be clear,

I'm the cool one in this duo.

- Yeah, he is.

- By a wide margin.

You know what a margin is?

- Are you?

I--you wear

a monogrammed belt buckle,

and I heard your burner phone

is actually

part of your mom's

cell phone plan.

- You been lying to me

this whole time?

- That's a lie.

Don't listen to them, Tom.

- Oh, man,

this is a tough decision.

- You actually gonna leave me?

- Well, I think

I'm gonna do this.

It's a once-in-a-lifetime

opportunity.

- I don't know

how to feel about this.

- There's no rules

back there, Tom.

It's every man for himself.

- It sounds exciting.

Whole new adventure.

All right, Nelson,

I'll call you later.

We'll play wiffle ball.

- Tom!

Don't talk to people

in the front of the bus.

It defeats the whole purpose.

- All right.

- Wow, Bus Driver,

what are we gonna talk about

now that Tom's gone?

- Well, Nelson, it's time

for some hard truths.

Without Tom, you and I have

nothing to talk about.

- This is fun.

What do we do?

Just hang out behind T.J. Maxx

all day?

- Uh, nah,

we mostly do crazy sh*t

and post it

to our YouTube channel.

- Why don't we sh**t one

right now?

Mike, bear hug Tom

until he passes out.

- What? No.

- And we are rolling.

- Oh, can't--can't breathe!

- Tom,

look right at the camera.

- I can't see!

- Yeah, because your eyes

are rolling back in your head.

Focus up, dude.

- He's out.

- Oh, he's out!

- [laughing] He's out, dude.

- This one's called

"Idiot in Dryer,"

and just have fun with it.

- All right.

I'm not getting in the dryer,

though,

so how are we gonna sh**t this?

- Tom, you're getting

in the dryer, dude.

- Oh, no. Stop.

Stop. Hey, hey, hey! Ahh!

I think we got what we need.

We got what we need, guys.

Cut it.

- You know what's funny?

When he's in there, he looks

like a bunch of wet socks.

- A bunch of wet socks.

- That hurts.

- People are going nuts

for your videos.

- Really?

- They're loving it.

- But we do have one note.

- Okay.

- You gotta get crazier.

- Crazier?

- We want to sh**t

a video called,

"Imbecile Humps Mannequin

Then Gets Tased."

- What would happen exactly?

- Hump a mannequin,

then get tased.

I feel like these are

pretty self-explanatory.

- Like this? Is this humping?

- [chuckling] Oh, my God.

- Whoa!

Not on my watch, pal!

- No!

- Tase!

- Ahh!

- Taser!

- [grunting]

- Tom, I don't know

how to say this,

but you're doing too good.

[knocking on door]

- Thomas

- Oh, this can't be good.

- We need to talk.

- Something wrong?

- I was online

trolling Tina the Masseuse,

and I came across some vids.

- Oh.

- "Moron Puts Head in Toilet."

- Don't look at those.

- "Dipshit Puts Squirrel

Down Pants."

- Oh, no. Am I in trouble?

- Trouble? No.

I was trying to have, like,

a stern tone to trick you.

You're famous, Tom!

- Oh. Oh, this is a good thing?

- Yes, boy,

this is a great thing.

How much money

are you guys making?

- How much money?

That's Phil's department.

But I think it's, like,

upwards of five Gs a month.

- Tom, you know that's more

than I make, right?

- It seems like

you don't make a lot, yeah.

- Tell me if this is hasty,

but um

I'm thinking

what if you drop out of school

and start pursuing this

full-time?

- I don't think they let you

drop out when you're ten.

- This could be very lucrative.

If you do more asinine stuff,

add a little danger

into the mix,

Tom, you could be retired

by the time you're 11.

- All right. Been a crazy day.

One minute, you're sticking

your head in a toilet,

the next, you're done

with your education.

- You're dropping out?

- That's right, baby.

- That is beyond cool.

- My mom was really upset,

and I said,

"Hey, old lady,

I'm dropping out."

- Damn, dude, I love

talking back to my parents.

Or parent.

- Listen.

You need to do something epic

on your last day.

Phil, you thinking

what I'm thinking?

both: "Nimrod Farts

in Bus Driver's Face."

- Didn't see that coming,

but hey, I like it.

- Yeah, I mean, me and Tom

still cool, you know.

He haven't been to wiffle ball

in a while.

He don't answer my calls,

but--oh, what's up, Tom?

You back, baby, I--

- Shh.

- Did you just shush me?

- Nelson, we're filming.

Can you close your mouth?

- Wow. Tom, you've changed.

- Nelson,

you gotta stop talking.

We're trying to get

the establishing shot.

- Been a while since

you've been up front, huh?

Wait, what the heck is going--

- Just drive the bus.

- Hey, you're trying to fart

in my face, aren't you?

- Toot at him, Tom.

- Blow him away!

Show him what you got!

- I can't fart on command,

guys.

It's too much pressure.

- This is too dangerous, Tom!

Not while I drive the bus!

- Tom, stop!

- Oh, my God.

We're all gonna die.

- We're gonna crash!

[all screaming]

[crashing]

Oh, great. Now I farted.

[siren wailing]

- Hi, Tom.

Hey, just wanna let you know

we got ahold of your mom,

and she is on her way down

just as soon as she can

"upload the fart video

to all social platforms."

- Oh, okay.

Yeah, I know what that means.

- You feel good

about that information?

'Cause it didn't make any sense

to us.

- That does make sense, yeah.

- Good, good, good.

Well, you won't be lonely,

though.

You have some visitors.

Looks like all your friends

are here.

Come on in, guys.

- What's up, playboy?

- Hi, Tom.

- Hello, Thomas.

- That's a weird group.

- Tom, this ain't

a friendly visit.

It's a intervention.

- Oh, why?

'Cause we crashed the bus?

I'm sorry

I farted in your face.

- Yeah, the bus got crashed,

Tom.

We're concerned about you.

- No, sounds like

you guys are jealous.

The videos are doing great.

I'm the coolest kid in school

these days.

- Well, yeah,

that's exactly the problem.

You're too damn cool.

When we were your age,

we were cool too.

- But cool kids grow up

to be losers.

You know what I'm saying?

- No, come on.

You're not losers.

You guys are k*lling it.

- Tom,

I'm an unlicensed bus driver.

- You don't have a license?

- No.

Glenn works at a pretzel place.

- And I'm not even allowed

to touch the pretzels.

You know what I'm saying?

They keep me in the back

like some kind of freak.

- They do?

- Yep.

They call me Pretzel Freak.

- Pretzel Freak?

This is a really depressing

conversation.

- Point is, these guys,

they peaked in grade school,

and we don't want that

to happen to you.

- You know what?

You guys might be right.

So what do I do?

- You gotta do

a positive video, Tom.

- So what, just make videos

about listening to your parents

and cleaning up?

- Yeah.

Like you feeding a squirrel

or teaching a bird how to fly.

- That's a great idea.

Those are all wack ideas.

- All right, great.

Thanks for swinging by.

Why don't you just bring it in,

give me a hug, and

- No, I heard some weird things

about your hugs.

So that's gonna be a hard pass

for me.

[school bell rings]

- Oh, guys, thanks again

for doing this.

- You're looking good.

Skin glowing.

You ready to do this?

- Yeah.

This is the real Tom.

Let's do it.

- Hell yeah.

[soft music playing]

- All right, we're rolling.

Action.

- Hi, there. This is Tom.

You may know me

from such classic videos as

"Imbecile Slaps Himself Silly"

or "Moron Eats Garbage,"

but I'm here to tell you

there's another way to be cool.

That's why I'm here cleaning up

litter at my school.

- Whoa, cut the camera.

- I'm sorry.

Hey, we're filming here.

- What the eff are you doing?

- Just trying to make

a difference.

Cleaning up

this filthy schoolyard.

- That garbage belongs to me.

Put it back, or I'm gonna

tae kwon do you again.

[grunts]

- I'm not fighting you.

I'm making a video

about being a good citizen.

- Hiyah! [grunting]

- Wait.

What the hell

is going on outside?

- [grunting]

- All right. Hate to do this.

Here it comes.

Tae kwon do! [grunts]

- [groaning]

- Oh, that doesn't look good.

I gotta get out of here.

See you later.

- Did Tom just throw garbage

all over the school,

then kick the janitor

in the ba*ls?

- I mean, the guy's a legend.

- Greatest of all time.

[rock music]

- Tae kwon do ♪



[soft orchestral music playing]



- Hey, Mr. B?

- Oh, dear God.

- Sorry to interrupt.

I got great news.

I did some soul searching,

and I realized

how much I miss you guys.

Tom's back on bassoon, baby.

Let's play.

[playing funky music]



- Yay?

What's the appropriate response

here?

- How ironic.

Tom has come groveling back

like a worm.

- Like a worm? I thought

this would be

a much more emotional reunion.

- Let me ask you a question,

Tom.

- Oh, God. Yeah?

- Does the world really need

another subpar bassoonist?

- I mean, based on your tone,

I'm guessing no, we don't.

- If you wish to rejoin band,

it'll have to be on

a less desirable instrument,

like the triangle or maracas.

- A lot of maracas

in Stravinsky songs?

- Not a lot, Tom, no.

- Oh, Nelson,

I've got a dilemma.

- What's going on?

- I need to pick

a new instrument,

and I think I'm gonna go

with triangle.

- Tom, if you play triangle,

you will never date a girl

as long as you live.

- Why not?

- Have you ever seen a movie

where a girl says, "That

triangle player is so hot"?

- Doesn't sound like

great dialogue.

- And can you imagine,

"Mom, I'm having a baby."

"Who's the father?"

"The triangle player." No.

- No, let's get

another opinion here.

Dakota, can I ask you

a question?

- Yeah. Hit me.

- If we were older,

do you think

you'd be attracted to me

if I was a triangle player?

- Uh, no.

- Just no?

- Mm-mm.

- Because of me

or the triangle?

- I think it's the combo.

- Yasmine, you wanna weigh in?

- Um

- You don't wanna hear

what she has to say about this.

- All right, you know,

this is not a conclusive poll.

This is really

very unscientific.

- Okay, you need to aim higher,

Tom.

- Well, I'm being told

I stink, so

- Who's filling your head

with that junk?

- Oh, you know, Mr. B.

He just said

I'm the worst musician

in the tristate area.

- Don't listen to Mr. B.

Mr. B can suck a D.

- Mr. B can suck a what?

- I have a friend

who teaches piano.

He will hook you up, Tom.

- Tickling with Troy?

What's that supposed to mean?

- It's a play on

"tickling the ivories."

He's not literally gonna tickle

you during the lessons, Tom.

Come on.

- He must--I mean,

a grown man printing flyers,

he must know what he's doing.

[piano chords playing]

- Ooh, that's wonderful.

- That's good?

- Beethoven's got nothing

on this guy.

[piano chords playing]

- How's that?

- You're making Strauss

look like an idiot.

You're a natural.

- Oh, my God.

I'm not used to this much

positive reinforcement.

- Well, Tom,

you're doing great.

And you know what that means.

- What?

What is this?

What are you doing?

- What?

What do you mean?

- Why are you tickling me?

- Uh, it's called

positive reinforcement.

- I was promised

there'd be no tickling.

- Wow.

What kind of maniac

would show up

to Tickling with Troy

and then get weird

when there's frickin' tickling?

- I thought it was a play

on the phrase

"tickling the ivories."

- I've never heard that

expression in my entire life.

- You've never heard it?

- Never.

- Let's just do it.

Let's just get back into it.

Let's not tickle.

Let's not giggle.

I got a big audition tomorrow,

and I only know three chords.

[piano chords playing]

- I'll tell you what, Tom.

How about you walk your a*s

out of my studio?

- Oh, no.

- I've devoted my entire life

to teaching kids

- Oh, my God.

- Through dedication

and tickling.

I ought to tickle you to death!

[door slams]

- Just for the record, he's

literally gonna tickle you.

Just be aware of that.

- Yeah, they know.

You don't have to tell them.

[dramatic music]

[doorbell ringing]

- Tom. What are you doing here?

- Listen,

it's a bit of an emergency.

You're my only friend

with a piano.

I just need to come in

and practice

for a couple hours.

- Uh, we're kinda

in the middle of dinner.

- No, it really kind of needs

to happen--I'm coming in.

- I'm sorry. No.

- I'm coming in.

- I love you, but no.

- I'm coming in.

- You can't come in.

- I'm gonna let myself in.

- Tom!

- Come on.

- What are you doing?

- You're gonna love it; it'll

be pleasant background music.

- You're out of control, Tom.

- If you have any requests,

I know the chords C, G, and E.

[piano music playing]

- If I blew my head off

right now,

I wouldn't be sad.

Brad, you have to say

something.

- Just let the kid play.

- Are you scared

of a little kid?

- No, I'm not afraid

of a little--I'm a man.

- [laughing]

You're a big man now.

A big man.

- I have hair down there.

- Oh, my God.

- Stop being such a wuss,

and tell him to stop!

- Fine.

The combination of his music

and your voice

is an as*ault on my ears.

A wuss wouldn't say that.

[laughs]

- As a family,

we really need to work

on our dinner conversation.

- I know, and you know what?

Tonight, I'm gonna ask God

to help us.



- Hey, Tom,

what are you working on?

- Uh, I got my audition

tomorrow,

and I only know three chords.

- That's all you need.

- What?

- A lot of great songs

only use three chords.

Like my song

"My Wife Just Doesn't Get It."

[playing piano]

A, C, G.

- You serious?

- "Why Does My Wife Insist

On Belittling Me In Public"?

E, C, D.

- Oh, I know three chords.

All right. I guess I'm all set.

Thanks.

- But if you really want

to impress your teacher,

you need to write originals.

- No, I'm not creative.

- Tom,

in the world of creativity,

everyone just borrows

and steals.

- What do you mean, I can

just steal someone's song?

- How do you think

Michael Jackson

became Michael Jackson

or Juice Newton became

Juice Newton?

- Juice Newton was just

stealing songs?

- Just make a few tweaks

and call it "inspiration."

- I love it. That sounds easy.

- Here. Here's my old keyboard

and a free CD of my wife songs.

- "Dakota's Dad Loathes

His Wife."

That's a weird title

for an album.

Oh, wow, you really have, like,

thousands of them, don't you?

- Let's just say I greatly

overestimated the demand.



- Hey,

look at that squirrel ♪

Reminds me of my Uncle Bill ♪

He's so chubby ♪

- Hey, there, Tom.

- Oh, hey there, Big Rick.

- What's going on?

No more bassoon?

- Oh, no,

I'm playing piano now.

I'm banging out original songs.

- Whoa, whoa, wait, wait.

You wrote original songs?

- I wrote a whole album, yeah.

It's called "The Tom Album."

- Like what? What do you got?

- I got

"I'm Sittin' on the Bus."

- Uh-huh.

- I got one called

"I Need to Pee."

- Mm-hmm.

- I got

"Autumn With My Bassoon."

- So there's some bassoon--

you're still doing

some of the bassoon stuff?

- Yeah, singing about bassoons

on the piano.

- This doesn't feel like

an album's worth of stuff,

to be honest, right now.

- I got a song called

"I Love Cookies."

- Wait, what? What's it called?

- Wanna hear "I Love Cookies"?

- Yes, I do wanna hear that.

- All right.

It goes a little something

like, uh

I don't like tucking in

my shirt ♪

And I don't like

cleaning my bassoon ♪

There's only one thing

I love ♪

I love cookies ♪

- Tom, that is very impressive.

- You like the cookie one?

- Like? I love it.

My agency is doing

a Super Bowl commercial

for Pepperidge Farm

- Stop.

- And we need a catchy song.

Would you like to license me

the rights to "I Love Cookies"?

- You would actually use

my song?

- Absolutely. Not only that,

it's a great backstory.

The human interest.

"Pepperidge Farm bought

a song from a little tiny kid."

- This is exciting.

I can't wait to tell

my bandmates.

- Tom.

- Yeah?

- You're in the big leagues

now.

It's time to leave

those losers behind.

- Leave the losers behind? Why?

- You're Super Bowl Tom.

Start acting like it.

[hip-hop music]

- Super Bowl Tom ♪



Super Bowl Tom ♪



- Dakota, watch your fingering.

- Hey, Mr. B.

Do you mind hitting pause

on whatever

silly nonsense

you got going on there?

- Uh, yes, Tom,

I do mind hitting pause.

You can wait,

and your audition can wait

with you.

- Listen,

I'm not here to audition.

I'm here to actually quit.

- I'm not sure

you're aware of this,

but you can't quit something

that you don't belong to.

- Oh, yeah? Watch me.

I'm just gonna say it.

In the words of a, uh,

very wise bus driver,

"Mr. B can suck a D."

- [gasps]

- Oh! Tom!

- What?

Does D mean something bad?

- You can't say that

to an adult.

- Super Bowl Tom can say

whatever he wants.

Now, if you'll excuse me,

I'm gonna moonwalk

my way outta here.

- Wow.

God, that was a good moonwalk.

[electronic dance music]

- Okay, guys, I'm making

my grand entrance.

Get it up there.

High fives all around.

- Yeah!

- Tommy!

Who knew he had it in him?

- Whoo-hoo!

- Way to go, Tom.

- How cool is this guy? Tommy!

- Hey, I'm proud of you, Tom.

- Whoa, Tom, man, you guys

really went all out

for this Super Bowl party.

- Hey, you know what

Super Bowl Tom says, right?

Go big or go home.

- Proud of you, Tom.

You're finally not

an embarrassment to the family.

- That's a weird compliment,

but thanks, Grandma.

- Okay, hey, everyone shut up.

Close your dumb mouths

right now.

Tom's Pepperidge Farm

commercial

is coming on

right after kickoff.

Tom, honey, say a few words.

- I just wanna say thank you

to all the little people

who helped me achieve

my dreams.

Rick, Dakota's dad,

the bus driver,

the Lord,

the band The Donkey d*ck

who rerecorded my song.

Great job, guys.

- Thanks a lot, Super Bowl Tom.

We appreciate you.

- I couldn't have done it

without you all.

All right. Sit back and enjoy.

- And what a start

to the Super Bowl!

We'll be right back

after this break.

- I don't like tucking in

my shirt ♪

I don't like cleaning

my bassoon ♪

There's only one thing

I love ♪

I love cookies ♪

- Tom, this is the best

commercial I've ever seen.

I'm so proud of you.

- Pepperidge Farm cookies ♪

- Oh, my God.

[all groaning]

- What the hell?

- That little sh*t stole

my song!

- Little sh*t--what's this?

- That was the title track

for my wife CD.

- You told me it's okay

to borrow.

- Borrow?

You copied it note for note.

There were no tweaks!

I love hanging out

with my bros ♪

I love strumming

on my guitar ♪

There's only one thing

I loathe ♪

I loathe my wife ♪

- Damn, Tom, you really did

copy it note for note.

- There are similarities.

I'm not gonna deny that.

- You mean how

it's the same damn song

except for one word?

- Oh, come on, I changed "wife"

to "cookies" and

both: "Loathe" to "love."

- Now it's my song, right?

- The hell it is your song.

- I mean, I heard

the music business was shady,

but this is--this is low.

- Damn right, it's low.

I'm gonna tell everyone in town

just what kind of rat you are,

Tom.

- Come on. Have some guacamole.

- Take your guacamole

and shove it up your a*s!

[door slams]

- Oh, God.

- I've never hosted

a party before.

Are they always

this depressing?

- Careful, honey.

If he stole a song

from Dakota's dad,

he might try to steal our baby.

- Keep walking, sinner.

We don't need your kind here.

[somber music]

- Thanks for ruining cookies,

Tom.

I'll never eat Pepperidge Farm

again.

- Feels like a bit much.



[horn honking]

- Hey, little man.

- Not a good time.

- You look

abnormally depressed.

- I messed up big time.

My life is over.

- What happened?

Pubes not coming in

in a timely fashion?

- Nothing to do with pubes.

I stole someone's song

and sold it to Pepperidge Farm.

- Hmm.

- I insulted my bandmates.

- Uh-huh.

- I told Mr. B to suck a D.

It turns out D means p*nis.

No one told me that.

- It does. D means peen.

- Oh, it's a disaster.

- You know what?

Go easy on yourself.

We all do messed-up things.

- What do you mean?

You've done stuff like that?

- Yes.

I shortchange kids all the time

if I think they can't count.

- That's awful.

- I abandoned by fiancée

at the altar.

- I remember that.

- Oh, yeah.

And I've nailed about

half the moms on this block.

- You've nailed half the moms?

- Yeah.

That doesn't make me

a bad person.

- Kind of. A little bit.

- Not if you say you're sorry.

- That's it?

You just say sorry?

- Mm-hmm. Magic words.

- Just say sorry.

That's amazing.

You know, thank you,

ice cream man.

You're a--you're actually

a pretty good guy.

- I'm really not,

but I'm glad I could help.

- Wait, have you been

shortchanging me?

I have a bad feeling

you've been shortchanging me.

- Never. I would never do that.

- Never.

- Nor would I nail your mom.

[dramatic music]



- Hey, Tom, what's up, man?

What you doing here?

I thought you was banned

from the band.

- I am. Listen.

I'm gonna storm the stage

and do a Kanye-style mic grab.

- Now?

- Yeah. I need to say sorry

to everyone.

- Okay, okay, that's great.

What are you gonna say?

- "Sorry, everyone."

- What? That's it?

You gonna storm the stage,

say sorry to everyone,

and then sit back down?

- I didn't really

think it through. Yeah.

- Tom, you need to run

this stuff by me first.

Public apologies

are a art form these days.

- Oh, well,

let's write something quickly.

I gotta go up in three minutes.

- Here we go.

"Heartfelt apologies."

3 million results.

- Oh, wow.

That does sound better

than just saying sorry.

- You're welcome.

- What are you doing here,

by the way?

- Oh.

Man, I bootleg the performances

and sell 'em back

to the parents for $9.

- Not your best side hustle.

- I know, I know, Tom,

but I gotta keep busy.

- You know,

when I asked your children

what they wanted to play,

they all said, and in unison,

"Igor Stravinsky."

Now--oh.

- Mr. B, listen.

I'm gonna let you finish.

I just want to say a few words.

- Dear Lord.

This can't be happening.

- I'd like to issue

a formal apology.

Dakota, new bassoon kid,

can you give me

something gentle to talk over?

[soft music playing]

That's nice. Thank you.

Friends, teachers, janitor,

I'll spend the rest of my life

trying to earn back trust

and apologize to people.

I'm definitely embarrassed.

Listen, that was the last time

I won the Tour de France--

- Wait, are you reading

Lance Armstrong's apology?

- No, I don't believe so.

- Then why are you talking

about the Tour de France?

- Oh, you know what?

That was the wrong one.

All right, here we go.

Here's what I wrote.

I wish I had the chance to live

those few moments again,

but I have told Rihanna

countless times--

- No, that's

Chris Brown's apology.

- Chris who? What?

- That's not yours.

Why are you apologizing

to Rihanna?

- I don't know.

That's what's on the phone.

- Oh, now you're just

ripping off apology speeches?

The nerve of this kid!

[crowd booing]

- No, no, don't boo.

- Get off the stage!

- Band, let us play Tom off

with "Don Juan's

Descent Into Hell."

- No, let's keep it snappy.

Let's keep it upbeat.

All right, Nelson,

stop filming.

No one wants to see this.

- This gon' be good.

I might have to charge $12

for this one.

- ♪ Remember

there's more road ♪

♪ And places to go ♪

♪ Patterns to contemplate ♪

♪ More people to fornicate ♪

♪ And remember

there's a lot of good omens ♪

♪ Supplying the proof ♪

♪ That our life

is the best joke ever told ♪

♪ Remember it's a joke

and leave it alone ♪

♪ Let go and try to be

always abiding ♪

♪ Remember if there's

one good reason for dying ♪

♪ The sweet silver lining ♪

♪ Through you she lives on ♪

♪ And therein lies a truth

we can sip when we want ♪

♪ Disciples of the flow,

we can float anywhere ♪

♪ If ever there's a drought ♪

♪ I've listed the puddles ♪